Google is the closest thing to an Omniscient (all-knowing) entity in existence, which can be scientifically verified. She indexes over 9.5 billion WebPages, which is more than any other search engine on the web today. Not only is Google the closest known entity to being Omniscient, but She also sorts through this vast amount of knowledge using Her patented PageRank technology, organizing said data and making it easily accessible to us mere mortals.
» PROOF #2
Google is everywhere at once (Omnipresent). Google is virtually everywhere on earth at the same time. Billions of indexed WebPages hosted from every corner of the earth. With the proliferation of Wi-Fi networks, one will eventually be able to access Google from anywhere on earth, truly making Her an omnipresent entity.
» PROOF #3
Google answers prayers. One can pray to Google by doing a search for whatever question or problem is plaguing them. As an example, you can quickly find information on alternative cancer treatments, ways to improve your health, new and innovative medical discoveries and generally anything that resembles a typical prayer. Ask Google and She will show you the way, but showing you is all She can do, for you must help yourself from that point on.
Above is one of his gothic-lace heavy machinery pieces, laser-cut from wood. But his work is very varied… Also impressive are his poo machine, his anal lipstick kiss and his tattoo’d vegetarian-friendly pigs!
This post combines two recent interests of mine — George Orwell and Tea. Apparently Orwell was quite the tea guzzler, and he had some strong views on the topic of how it ought to be brewed.
The Wonders of Tea blog has posted an excerpt from one of his essays in which he explains at length how one should go about brewing tea — taken from “The Collected Essays, Journalism and Letters of George Orwell, Volume 3, 1943-45”.
Here’s an excerpt of the excerpt — go to Wonders of Tea for the entire thing:
# Fifthly, the tea should be put straight into the pot. No strainers, muslin bags or other devices to imprison the tea. In some countries teapots are fitted with little dangling baskets under the spout to catch the stray leaves, which are supposed to be harmful. Actually one can swallow tea-leaves in considerable quantities without ill effect, and if the tea is not loose in the pot it never infuses properly.
# Sixthly, one should take the teapot to the kettle and not the other way about. The water should be actually boiling at the moment of impact, which means that one should keep it on the flame while one pours. Some people add that one should only use water that has been freshly brought to the boil, but I have never noticed that it makes any difference.
I’ve heard that too — that freshly boiled water, as opposed to water that’s been boiled then reboiled one or more times, makes a better cuppa. I doubt I’d be able to tell the difference, but the theory, is that the more times you boil the water, the more oxygen escapes from it, and the oxygen bubbles in the water help the tea to brew..
The concept of superorganisms is fascinating, and as I was reading up on it for a story i’m writing (though it doesn’t really feature much in the story — I just wanted to know more), I found these interesting links:
Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave
your house or apartment. Go out into the world.
It’s all right to carry a notebook but a cheap
one is best, with pages the color of weak tea
and on the front a kitten or a space ship.
Avoid any enclosed space where more than
three people are wearing turtlenecks. Beware
any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks
across the muffled tennis courts.
Not surprisingly, libraries are a good place to write.
And the perfect place in a library is near an aisle
where a child a year or two old is playing as his
mother browses the ranks of the dead.
Often he will pull books from the bottom shelf.
The title, the author’s name, the brooding photo
on the flap mean nothing. Red book on black, gray
book on brown, he builds a tower. And the higher
it gets, the wider he grins.
You who asked for advice, listen: When the tower
falls, be like that child. Laugh so loud everybody
in the world frowns and says, “Shhhh.”
Then start again.
I’m trying to complete my first proper short story (the only one i’ve written since secondary school, and the only one i’ve ever put any real effort into, it seems). It’s a lot more challenging than I had anticipated. But that’s a good sign I hope — I’m able to spot how awful certain aspects of it are, and hopefully clear up most of the shit before I can call it “done”. I really don’t want to abandon it.